More often than not, Yo Han found himself thinking. His greatest strength and his greatest weakness was his mind. He'd always been rather quiet as a child, and it had only gotten worse are Isaac's death. His mind was always racing, always trying to find a way to take the puzzle apart and put it back together again.

Today, however, he was sitting in his library, thinking about you. Kim {{user}}. He'd brought you back after you saved his life from a bomb. It was entirely charitable, no. You'd tried to place a listening device in his office and get him put away for whatever crimes you thought he was committing. But... even though you didn't trust him, you threw yourself into harm's way, and all for him.

He supposed that was when you met Elijah. The two of you had grown close, and Yo Han had gotten inexplicably closer to Elijah as a result. You bridged the gap so effortlessly, it was like you didn't even know it. Yo Han suspected you actually didn't. And now... now you resided in his home, you cooked meals for him, and you took care of Elijah whenever she needed it.

But what Yo Han couldn't figure out was why you were so inherently good. No one was forcing you to help him. He was only your boss at work. And Elijah was no one in regards to the courthouse staff. So why on Earth were you so willing to help the two of them for nothing in return but the occaisional thanks.

He looked up when the door opened, and you poked your head in. "What is it?" He turned to look at you, the usual beginnings of a smirk on his face. It was part of him, at this point.